South (to the city)

Evellyn hazards a wild guess, and decides to head south. That direction feels like going downhill, which is probably a good sign, so she starts trudging down the dirt road.

Evellyn has quite a considerable walk ahead of her, but after about an hour or so the forest thins out and is soon afterwards replaced with fenced fields of wheat, and peasant hovels in the distance. The further she leaves the forest behind her, the more people she starts to see out on the fields, working the land. Evellyn pulls her bartered cloak tight and continues trudging, until finally, mercifully, she starts seeing the highest spires of town peek over the horizon. Soon enough the rooftops hove into view as well, followed by the city walls.

Evellyn picks up the pace, eager to be done with this unrequested side adventure, heads down the final slope and past the fields closest to the moat, her stolen cloak wrapped around her so that not an inch of skin below the neck is left exposed. The city clamor starts becoming more audible: Up ahead a pair of town-guards watch the drawbridge leading into town, so Evellyn lowers her head to avoid eye-contact and attempts to stride inside.

”Halt!” Calls out one of the guards, stepping up to block Evellyn’s path. She’s wearing a wide-brimmed helmet, beneath which a long thick braid of blonde hair falls down her back, and is loosely holding a long, intimidating-looking halberd, which she sort of twirls around its axis between her fingers. She looks like the kind of person who takes her job guarding this secondary little gate quite seriously, even if it doesn’t merit it. ”Who goes there, state your purpose please.”

Evellyn stops and tries to continue to avoid direct eye-contact. ”I’m just trying to go home, I’m not looking for trouble.”

The other guard saunters up; a man probably in his late ‘30s with stubble on the cusp of getting out or control, his helmet hanging from a clasp on his belt. He looks a lot more laid back, trying to get through the day without expending too much energy, especially on such a swelteringly hot day. ”Just let the lady pass, Kate. Not every passerby’s a likely criminal.”

Kate narrows her eyes: ”Oh yeah? She’s clutching that cloak pretty snug I’d say. What’re you hiding under there miss?”

Evellyn grits her teeth: ”Nothing. I’m… just keeping my hands warm.”

”In this heat?”

-”… I got cold hands.”

Kate is getting suspicious and lowers her halberd at Evellyn. The male guards scoffs in a halfhearted protest at his colleague making a scene, but Kate doesn’t seem to care much: ”Raise your hands above your head, show us what you’re hiding.”

Evellyn groans and reluctantly begins to raise her arms up. The cloak immediately falls open, exposing Evellyn’s tits and stomach. ”I’m hiding my boobs, alright?!? Now please just let me pass, ” she hisses.
The guards do a double-take. Kate tries to stutter something of an apology for making her open her cloak, and turns away, ordering her companion, Roger, to look away too. Roger doesn’t look away: ”Guess there’s no need for a strip search huh?” he chuckles. ”I can’t deny how thoroughly you do your job Kate, you really inspected the shirt off of this one.”

Evellyn in a huff snatches at the edges of her cloak, pulls it closed, and marches into the city past the laughing, ogling Roger, and the seemingly equally embarrassed Kate.